Hide and seek

I wonder what you see when others don’t even lookI wonder what you hear whenever there is only silenceI wonder what you taste that seems so goodI wonder what you touch that turns into magicI wonder what you hide that’s so hard to findI see beauty everywhereA picture in a frameA painting on the wallALire la suite « Hide and seek »

The yellow house

Everytime she was feeling blueShe thought of good old times in the yellow houseWhen winters were cold and bitterShe kept dreaming of the yellow houseIf she was scared of somethingShe thought she was in the yellow houseWhenever she missed her loved onesShe looked at the pictures of the yellow houseIf life was too hard onLire la suite « The yellow house »

No man’s land

They spend their lives running awayEscaping war, starvation, floods, diseasesThey leave their family and friends behindNo time for tears or goodbyesWe call them foreigners, refugees, migrantsBut we tend to forget that we are not so differentThey are just human beings trying to survive. Filipa Moreira da Cruz Photos : KaDDD

What if…

What if the rain keeps drifting awayWhat if the stars fall from the skyWhat if the sun never shows upWhat if the clouds are always grey What if our love diesWhat if the sea swallows us allWhat if the Earth gets sickWhat if they keep telling us lies What if we all lose hopeWhat ifLire la suite « What if… »

One colour a day

Mondays are greyAs the heavy raindrops falling from the skyTuesdays arrive dressed up in greenRemembering me the fresh grass under my feetWednesdays are blue And my humour is floating in the seaThursdays are full of energy and optimism Purple is their pattern. Or is it pink?Fridays go by so fast Such as the yellow shyLire la suite « One colour a day »

Vanishing

Suddenly, she decided to listen to her heartDon’t be so hard on yourself Take a deep breath And follow your pathToday is the day!Let’s celebrate lifeBecause all we have is here and nowShe took off her clothesAnd dressed up her soul in red. Filipa Moreira da Cruz Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

Feeling blue

It was a cold sunday eveningThe raindrops shook smoothly the windowHe’d rather prefer it was snowing There is someone outside wavingA friend came over without noticeTo be sure he’s feeling fine Is it just a dream?Can you hear me?Am I loosing my mind? She touches his arm gentlyAnd keeps whispering on his earEverything will beLire la suite « Feeling blue »

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